Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu). Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
This was, in fact, a brilliant idea – and some of the most fun I’ve had in years.
They told us this morning that it may be Monday before things return to normal here. Temperatures are supposed to top freezing on Saturday, but 17 inches of snow will take time to melt.
Bobby was still champing at the bit to get out and play golf. But since he can’t get to the course, I thought maybe we could find a good substitute.
“I have a crazy idea,” I told Jackie after breakfast. “Something to keep us occupied.”
“I hope it’s not another myster—”
“—No,” I laughed. “I’m done with that. For this, I just need a creative mind and all the craft supplies we can scrounge up.”
I pitched the idea to The Vu and they loved it. I enlisted Angela, Noreen and even Harriett to help out. The girls and I spent the entire day sketching ideas and scouring up things like Kleenex boxes, paper towel rolls, construction paper and stitching thread.
We were done just before dinner. I came back to the apartment to pry Bobby off the sofa.
“Get dressed,” I told him. “Collared shirt. Khakis. No jeans.”
“For what?” He was understandably confused. “We can’t go anywhere.”
“Get dressed. And hurry,” I ordered. “You don’t want to miss your tee time.”
“What the devil are you up to, Lu?”
He went ahead and changed his clothes and followed me into the hall.
C, I tell you — the man’s eyes lit up.
The girls and I had turned the first and second floor hallways into a makeshift indoor miniature golf course. We’d made 18 holes with all sorts of obstacles, including a hand-crank windmill – an Amazon box and two paper towel tubes. Three of the holes even had small ponds – water-filled bedpans – and sand traps made of kitty litter.
I handed Bobby his putter.
“Get cracking,” I said. “We’ve got to keep this tournament on time.”
All evening long, residents of The Vu took their turns on our course. We had thirty six players and we even kept score, as if it was a real tournament. Bobby played four rounds, took second place and won Noreen’s Lamington cake as a prize. (It was good, if you like coconut.)
“Thank you,” Bobby said, as he crawled into bed. “Best wife ever.”
And we didn’t even have to move to Hawaii.
P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.